“You are a lover; borrow Cupid’s wings, and soar with them above a common bound”

“With Tybalt's slander, --Tybalt, that an hour, Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet, thy beauty hath

made me effeminate, and in my temper softened valour's steel”

“Noticing all this poverty, I said to myself, “If a man needed some poison”—which they would

immediately kill you for selling in Mantua— “here is a miserable wretch who’d sell it to him”

“Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy”

“My sword, I say! Old Montague is come and flourishes his blade despite me”

” Come hither, cover'd with an antic face, to fleer and scorn at our solemnity? Now, by the stock and

honour of my kin, to strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.”

“Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch! I tell thee what: get thee to church o' Thursday, or

never after look me in the face!”